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"Hmm?" Her tone was two octaves lower than it should have been and now her voice was thick with exhaustion. "Nahhhhhh. Nope! Na-ha! Because usually when I'm drunk - and alone and not that I am drunk right now! - rogues are the ones that look at me funny 'n I have to punch them a lot because - yeah. You," She reached up and, of all things, pinched his nose. "You're nice. You're a good guy! It's all good. We're good."

Anything other than the vague memory in her mind was good.